Molly had never expected her life to change so drastically. Losing her mother was already a heavy burden to bear, but finding herself in the care of a father she barely knew only added to her uncertainty. For years, her mother, Daisy, had painted Danny as an unreliable drunk, a man who had no place in his daughter’s life.
Yet, as Molly watched her father place a wreath on her mother’s coffin, she saw something else—pain, regret, and a love that had never faded. Danny had been cut out of his daughter’s life for a decade, allowed only to contribute through child support payments. But now, fate had brought them back together.
As the guests trickled out of the funeral, he approached Molly with a hesitant smile. “Hey, sweetheart!” he said, pulling her into a warm hug. It was the first time in ten years that he had held his little girl, and he wasn’t about to let her go again.
Their reunion, however, wasn’t without complications. Molly had spent years believing the worst about him. She didn’t despise him, but she didn’t know how to trust him either.
When Danny insisted that she move in with him, Molly resisted. Their house—her mother’s house—was all she had left of Daisy. It was filled with their memories, and she couldn’t imagine leaving it behind.
“But why, Dad? I can’t leave this house. It’s my home.”
Danny knew the transition wouldn’t be easy, but he also knew he couldn’t leave his daughter alone.
With her condition, she needed someone to look after her. Molly had struggled with a disability since she was six, relying on crutches or a wheelchair for support. Danny had spent years fighting for her well-being from the shadows.
Now, he had a chance to be there for her in person, and he wasn’t going to let her push him away. Danny went out of his way to make his daughter feel at home. He gave up his own bedroom so she could have a comfortable space of her own, even buying her a new, fluffy bed to make sure she was well-rested.
When he realized he had no idea how to braid her hair, he spent hours watching online tutorials, determined to learn. But there was something odd about him—something Molly couldn’t quite figure out. Every night, after she went to bed, her father disappeared.
He would leave quietly and not return until the early hours of the morning. “Probably out drinking,” Molly thought bitterly, remembering the stories her mother had told her. But the truth was far from what she had imagined.
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